Take a deep breath, its easy, isn't?
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Beautiful, they are beautiful, from the way they smile to the way they laugh. They give you the happiness you've always wanted, they make you laugh and smile. You're not alone anymore, everything is going to be alright.
Tragedy, that's the only way to describe it. The tragic way that the illusion fooled you. You're hurting, the tightness in your chest is getting tighter. The little things hurt the most, you're in pain. Leave, leave, leave, leave, its time to leave; they leave.
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They want you back, you are full of joy. Isn't exciting to be wanted again? Everything is going to be okay from now on;
Lies.
Smile, laugh, do what you did before but nonchalantly. They are looking at you, thinking about you. You're so happy you get that tight feeling in your chest. You think "I never want this to end", but cling onto the thoughts of the past which entice you to feel anxious and paranoid. You knew they were going to end it before and now you are getting those same signals, why would you be wrong again? Why is it so hard to breathe? It's easy, right? They are more sensitive, they are mean and rude. They yell and use harsh words that you would never say. You're dumbfounded, they're different. Leave, leave, leave, leave; you don't leave. You're chest is so tight, you're drowning in your emotions. Bottle it up and throw it away. The problem is, you can't throw it away. They are a flower, a thorned flower which you are holding onto so tightly that you don't realize you're bleeding. You're hurting so much that you believe its normal. You think the flower you have is the only one. The flower is dying, and you're losing blood. What you don't know, is you're in a field full of beautiful flowers.
Maybe a new flower would hurt less, or maybe it would be better to have no flowers at all.
